Chapter 13: A Hundred Refusals to Speak

"Dad, my fellow clansmen, I will definitely avenge you."

Outside the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, a raggedly dressed young man struggled to run toward the forest. He was tall and burly, nearly two meters in height, covered in blood, and his face was as pale as a fierce ghost. On his forehead, there was a striking "Slave" branding mark.

Every step he took seemed to consume all his strength, yet his gaze was intensely resolute, as if there were vast hatred hidden within his cold eyes.

"There he is, stop him."

As the burly young man was about to enter the Ten Thousand Poison Forest, five armored soldiers suddenly appeared behind him. Each of them had powerful auras, all of them at the Spiritual Martial Boundary realm. The leader was at Spiritual Martial Fifth Level, while the rest were at the Spiritual Martial Fourth Level.

In the blink of an eye, the four Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldiers caught up and blocked the burly young man's path.

"Damn slave, how dare you run away on your own and kill our people, you must be tired of living."

The Spiritual Martial Fifth Level soldier stepped forward and fiercely kicked the burly young man. The kick was so powerful that it sent him flying.

The burly young man struggled to stand up, his ice-cold eyes filled with bloodthirsty rage as he locked onto one of the Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldiers.

No one knew where he got the strength from, but he suddenly leaped into the air like a ferocious tiger descending a mountain and lunged straight at the Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldier.

"Looking for death."

The Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldier let out a cold shout and threw a fierce punch, his fist covered in a layer of golden energy.

Bang.

The punch landed on the burly young man's chest, causing a sound like steel striking together.

In that instant, the burly young man, who had no cultivation, not only didn't get repelled but instead managed to grab the Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldier's arms and held him tightly. He then bit into the latter's neck and tore off a large chunk of flesh, biting again and again with brutal ferocity.

"Ah, save me!"

The Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldier's face distorted in agony as he tried to use all his strength but couldn't shake the burly young man off.

"Damn slave, kill him for me."

The Spiritual Martial Fifth Level soldier didn't expect such a twist of fate. The burly young man was like a freak, even though he had no cultivation, his strength was immense, and the True Martial realm soldiers couldn't harm him.

Schick.

One of the Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldiers pulled out his waist-held sword and fiercely chopped it down on the burly young man's back, creating a half-meter long gash from which blood gushed. However, the next moment, something miraculous happened. The wound was healing at a visible rate and healed before the eyes in an instant.

"Hm?"

In the shadows, Long Yan had been watching the burly young man and was also caught off guard.

"Why are you still standing there? Kill this monster for me."

The Spiritual Martial Fifth Level soldier shouted angrily at the three remaining Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldiers.

"Stop!"

At this moment, Long Yan emerged from the Lin Family residence.

"Damn, just a True Martial Realm brat, who dares to meddle, get lost for me."

Seeing Long Yan was merely at the True Martial Realm, the four other soldiers sneered. One of the Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldiers raised his hand and sent a cold palm strike toward Long Yan, the palm wind icy enough to slice through Spiritual Martial First Level cultivators.

Boom.

In that instant, Long Yan also made his move.

He pointed his index finger forward, and a terrifying poisonous gas formed into a beam, piercing through the air and colliding with the Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldier's palm. It crushed his momentum and penetrated his palm.

The Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldier's body trembled, his pupils suddenly dilated tens of times, and before he could even scream, he fell to the ground, dead.

During this time, Long Yan had killed many Poisonous Beasts. After refining them using the Nine Suns Divine Cauldron, he had successfully broken through to the True Martial Ninth Level. His strength had improved by several levels, making it easy for him to kill Spiritual Martial Fourth Level soldiers, especially when using the Poison God Finger.

"What?"

Spiritual Martial Fifth Level and the two Spiritual Martial Fourth Level warriors never expected that Long Yan, who was merely at the True Martial Realm, would be so strong.

"Kid, who exactly are you?"

The Spiritual Martial Fifth Level warrior felt somewhat apprehensive.

"Get lost immediately, and I'll spare your dog lives," said Long Yan.

"Kid, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. This damned slave didn't behave properly and dig in the mines, but instead secretly escaped and killed the sentry. We are tasked with hunting him down, and must bring his head back." The Spiritual Martial Fifth Level warrior said, as they were ordered to hunt down the sturdy youth and had to bring his head back.

"Then go to hell."

Long Yan's gaze turned cold, and he went straight toward the two Spiritual Martial Fourth Level warriors. He threw several consecutive punches, with the fist imprints heading towards the two of them.

Not daring to take it lightly, both Spiritual Martial Fourth Level warriors exploded with full power and fiercely attacked Long Yan with a punch.

Boom!

With a loud rumble, both Spiritual Martial Fourth Level warriors were sent flying by Long Yan. Immediately after, two finger lights entered their brows, cutting off their life force.

"It's your turn."

Long Yan turned around and looked at the Spiritual Martial Fifth Level warrior.

With a solemn expression, the Spiritual Martial Fifth Level warrior realized that Long Yan had killed two of the Spiritual Martial Fourth Level warriors in just a single confrontation. Long Yan's strength was definitely superior to him, and the warrior wasn't sure if he could protect himself.

"Breakthrough Palm."

Gritting his teeth, the Spiritual Martial Fifth Level warrior mobilized all his True Qi and used his most powerful skill, Breakthrough Palm, a Profound Rank Battle Technique.

Whirlpool-like energy surrounded the golden palm imprint, which rippled through the surrounding air and brought an unstoppable momentum to bear down on Long Yan, with an incomparable aura crushing down and completely locking on Long Yan.

"Soul Splitting Sword Finger, break!"

Long Yan's face remained unchanged as he pointed out a single finger. The Soul Splitting Sword Finger's energy collided with the golden palm imprint, simultaneously exploding and releasing a destructive aura that forced the Spiritual Martial Fifth Level warrior to retreat several steps.

"Escape."

In great shock, the Spiritual Martial Fifth Level warrior turned around and began to flee.

"Can you really escape?"

Understanding the principle of completely eliminating the roots when cutting the grass, Long Yan used the Star Shifting Movement Technique under his feet. Within a few steps, he caught up with the Spiritual Martial Fifth Level warrior, and in less than ten breaths' time, the warrior met his end.

By this time, the sturdy youth had also bitten the Spiritual Martial Fourth Level warrior to death. He sat on the ground, panting heavily. He merely glanced at Long Yan and then looked away.

"What's your name?"

Long Yan walked up and asked.

The sturdy young man didn't lift his head or speak.

Long Yan looked at the "slave" brand in the middle of the young man's forehead. He pointed a finger, and the brand gradually faded away. The brand, which was branded with a special poison and fused with flesh and blood, was not a problem for Long Yan.

Immediately afterward, Long Yan took out some of his dry food and handed it to the sturdy young man, who hesitated for a moment before finally accepting the food and wolfing it down eagerly.

During this time, Long Yan asked several more questions, but the young man remained silent.

"Now, you have two choices. First, continue to flee for your life. Second, come with me."

Long Yan stood up and prepared to leave.

The sturdy young man raised his head, looking at Long Yan's departing figure, and hesitated for a moment before finally choosing to follow Long Yan.

Along the way, Long Yan asked several more times, but the young man still refused to speak. He even began to suspect that the young man was mute.